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[ffxiv-whitefox]

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@shroud-dragoon + @ffxiv-whitefox

[thornedembers]

OC kiss week 2018 #2 : @ffxiv-whitefox + @shroud-dragoon

[day #1 here!]

Slowly trying to warm up again. More unconventional kisses usually shared between these two.

[ffxiv-whitefox]

“Did I make you blush again, Love?”

[ @shroud-dragoon being a butt ]

[ffxiv-whitefox]

Ilja's words were stiff. "I've seen what they do to people like me. I understand why your father left you... but I'd rather die defending you than die hiding in a hole like a coward.” There was resolve in his tone. "We did train to fight the impossible after all."

He had to smile. "... there it is." What Rei’li’d been waiting for Ilja to confess all along. "I knew the Phantom life wasn't one you'd choose if you had a choice."

He could feel fear claw at the back of his thoughts. It was a risk, yes but... deep down he had felt it from the start. The man he’d chosen to follow, against all odds, was not someone meant to live in shadows.

" Don't misunderstand my words..." the miqo’te sighed, the small cloud of breath swept pass him with the breeze. "I am grateful you wished to lay low to stay safe by my side this pass turn. And I've cherished every day you've been back in my life. Yet, you're not to live your life for me... but for yourself first, no matter what the Spinner brings."

The thought of losing him again was terrifying. But so had been every jump, every dive into the unknown, until he’d learned to love the skies. It was time to soar again.

@shroud-dragoon

[ffxiv-whitefox]

“We should hurry before he gets wise to our tactics.” “... with the distractions or the tree? I feel like I'd need to clarify...” Ilja turned red. He raised his brows as if he were going to say something but it all fell into a snort-chuckle. He leaned against the stone wall and covered his face, “Gods... the tree. The tree.”

@shroud-dragoon ♥

[thornedembers]

Counting heartbeats- @ffxiv-whitefox / @shroud-dragoon

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[ffxiv-whitefox]

"You wanted a place of your own, didn't you?" "...I wanted a place to be with you."

@shroud-dragoon 

[ffxiv-whitefox]

@shroud-dragoon

"I'm not made of stone.” Ilja intones, sounding almost solemn. They had ridden all the way here, to Urth’s Fount, by his wish. A place he’d said he had taken to come to in times when he felt he needed courage, strength. “I am simply a man. A man that sometimes makes poor choices. Who sometimes tells himself that he is right when he couldn't be more wrong."

Rei'li watches him, quietly, clearly trying to place where his words are coming from.

"No choice is made easily though,” the man goes on, “One weighs all options and... I am certain I know the answer. I think the answer has always been here in front of me but... I don't always let myself... Ah I can't think of the words...." He runs a hand through his hair and takes a few steps away, stopping only to look up to the crystal.

He looks troubled, anxious. The miqo’te rises a hand almost as if to reach and hook his fingers in the white shirt - but thinks better of it. Whatever it is, there’s almost a sense of resolve in the tone of Ilja’s voice. So he lets him pace off a spell, letting his eyes slowly follow up to the glow, too.

"... do you need words...?" he asks instead. It is only me...

Ilja takes careful steps back, almost wincing as he begins to speak, "Love, I... I ..." He bites his bottom lip, "I can do this. I can at least form words. I've gotten this far." He shoves a hand in his pocket and looks up at the crystal for a few moments moments more.

The Keeper watches him, quietly, glancing to the hand with a hint of worry. He doesn't follow the man’s gaze up this time, his eyes stay on Ilja alone.

The hyur looks back softly to Rei'li, "Love, we ... we've both been through so much. There are a lot of reasons why I brought you here and... I'm not going to bother you with every one of them... well not why I brought you here but... Rei'li..."

Ilja turns to face him, head on. "Rei'li..."

He finds himself holding his breath. "Yes...?"

The man kneels and holds out a leather covered box. Worn edges speak of wear from nervous fingers holding on to it. "Rei'li, will you marry me?"

Rei’li seems frozen for a spell at the sight, in shock, relief, joy. He reaches for the box as it's extended, but takes the man’s hand instead, dropping to his knees in front of Ilja. "Gods-” he remembers to breathe, “Gods-- this is what has been eating at you this past moon?"

Ilja’s eyes widen. "It... it has been. I suspect you’ll forgive me for not telling you?"

"Yes, I- yes. You-" the Keeper leans in to draw him close. "Yes, on both ends- Gods. I thought,” he goes on hastily, “I thought you were going to- leave another token and leave-" He sounds a little breathless, squeezing him.

Ilja hugs Rei'li tightly. He trembles as he holds him close, "I love you so very much. I love you so, so much. I ... I could never after what happened last time. Gods, Rei'li..."

"And I you. I'd just... I'd go after you again- Twelve..." He makes to wipe at his eyes, swiftly. "Yes. I will stand to Promise this love in front of the Twelve, Ilja. With you."